Pregnant And Rejected

Charta 192. -Lockdoen

Selene

I’m woken by the sounds of blaring alarms, the sound so shrill and horrible | slam a pillow over my face before I can stop to consider what the sound might mean. It’s not until my bedroom door swings open and a young servant girl pokes her head in, that I lower the plush implement. She pulls me out of bed and helps me into a robe while my head spins.

An alarm. I think hopefully, that’s bad for Blaise.

And what’s bad for Blaise can only be good for us. Luna answers slyly.

“What’s happened?” I ask the girl helping me.

“We‘re going into lockdown, miss.” the young servant an swers, breaking the silence her station usually demands.

“What do you mean, lockdown?” | question, “What’s hap pened?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never heard the alarms go off before, but the Alpha’s orders were unequivocal. The entire above ground is locking down, so it can’t be a fire or flood.” She rea sons, her voice hoarse from lack of use.

“Did you speak to him yourself?” | ask, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. If it’s just a lockdown and he doesn’t know where I am, I might be able to get away. But if she was specifically sent to retrieve me, I probably can’t escape with out endangering her.

com “No.” She shakes her head, “This is just standard proce

dure. I’m taking you to one of the safe rooms.”

to a stop. “What’s your

The girl replies

inquire, already imag ining making a break for the dungeons. If the city is on lock down all the guards will be called away to help, and I’m always strongest first

understand.” Clara

a nightmare and I have to get out of here before it’s too late.” I declare, “I don’t want to get you in trouble and I don’t know what you might risk by

She repeats, stunned, “I don’t know what’s going on right now, but I guarantee Blaise and his guards are

whimpers, “I

me a head start.” I beg, tak ing her by the shoulders. “Do you know where

but you can’t go out there!” She insists, “the city might be under

and flats. “Please, promise me you won’t tell them where l’ ve gone. You never saw me.” | state firmly, forcing a bit of hypnotic power into

body goes sort of limp, her jaw slackens, and she repeats, “I

praise, dashing

passageways lining the Pack House for emer gencies, but Blaise hasn’t trusted me enough to tell me about any such precautions in his mansion, so I dart down the halls, hugging the walls and praying I

are clear, and I have to think that they’ve all gone to handle whatever disaster spurred the alarms. I’m trying to be as quiet as possible, but I’m also painfully aware that my scent is

have to pause at every other corner I reach, waiting for neat rows of march ing sentries to pass by before I continue on. Something seri ous is definitely going down for Blaise’s security forces to be mobilizing this way,

fi nally break out into the fresh air, feeling a rush of exhilaration to

as I worry I might be mistaken for one of Blaise’s devoted followers and make my self

the ground as I yelp in surprise. Struggling to escape the man holding me, I kick and claw and his beefy arms, so preoccupied with getting away

as’l see a line of guards circling myself and my captor. There at their center, is Blaise, watching me with the sort of twisted hunger he always gets when he

so quickly! feel sure I’m going to be sick. No. I think desperately,

But clearly he can.